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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The way you make me feel...

Been back in Goa the past two weekends but I didn’t get a chance to get on the net. Seems like every moment I spend in Goa has already been planned and scheduled. In fact I’m often double booked. Blame my agent mom.

Pune is very relaxing in comparison. Wake up, go to work, finish by 6 or 6.30 and then the day is yours. Watch a movie, read a book, call up a friend, or just sleep. Since I don’t have access to a kitchen I don’t even have to feel guilty about eating out every day. Life is good.

Another thing I like about being in Pune is that my continuous study of the male sex has got a big boost. My classification system is getting modified and refined. However right now there’s just one particular class that I’m curious about. Or rather I’m curious about the effect they have on me.

I’m quite comfortable around most men/boys. I won’t care a damn if my hair’s all blown about or if I’ve forgotten to wear any lipstick. I enjoy spending time with them. But… once in a while I see a guy who makes me feel very… feminine. It’s happens very rarely. But it does happen.

It’s hard to explain what I mean, but after my eye operation I wasn’t allowed to wash my hair for almost a month. In between I had to consult a new eye specialist and right before I entered his consulting room the last thing on my mind was how my hair looked. And yet… when I stepped in and looked at him, I forgot my eyes. I forgot to worry about whether they were healing on schedule, I forgot the restrictions I had to ask about; all I thought about was my unwashed hair and the fact that I hadn’t worn something attractive. And all this for a guy who didn’t even fit ‘my type’ and whose voice I’d not heard. [Those who know me well know how fussy I’m about voices.]

There are men like that. They might not look good, they might not be very ‘masculine’. They might even be metrosexual (Though I normally hate that term and what it implies). Their attractiveness lies in the way they make a girl feel. Feminine. Very conscious of the fact that she’s a woman and he’s a man. I’m not sure whether this is something some guys are born with or if it can be developed. I’m not even sure how many girls have felt something similar. Unfortunately further research has halted due to the scarcity of the subject matter.

I’m thinking about changing my eye doctor.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

In Pune...

I've been in Pune almost a week and this is the first time I've gotten near a computer. I'd have been really cranky if I wasn't having such a good time. :)

I'm living near the Pune station. Just a short walk away from INOX, Dholepatel road etc., and as anyone who's been to Pune would know, that's a nice place to be. My laptop is still in Goa. I was supposed to go get it this weekend but I have to go look over some flats this weekend, so I guess I'll have to do without it for another week. As for a proper Internet connection... that's a distant dream :(

Any Pune-ite who knows of a studio apt or a 1 BHK in the station area (and who's interested in being a good Samaritan) can find me here. Just leave a message and I'll get back to you.

I'm really missing all my online friends. I'll try and come online atleast once a week or so until I get a proper connection and I guess that will just have to be enough. It's really time I adjusted to living a normal life instead of focusing so much on the Internet. By the time I get a proper net connection I hope to have found a way to balance both. So much to do so little time. Life is good. :)